In Juan Rulfo's novel, Pedro Paramo, the reader follows a dusty road to a town of death, where the following is said ÓUp and down the hill we went, but always descending . We had left the hot wind behind and were sinking into pure, airless heat. The stillness seem to be waiting for someone. ÔIt's hot here Ô I said ÔYou might say, but this is nothing'. My companion relied. ÔTry to take it easy. You'll feel it even more when we get to Comala. That town sits on the coals of the Earth, at the very mouth of Hell. They say that when peop ....